I used to be part of a psychology department at my agency with four other psychologists. We had our own secretary who scheduled our appointments, administered the paper and pencil tests to our clients, scored our tests, and typed our reports.
I am now the only full time psychologist at our agency. We lost our secretary position, and my departmental support staff duties have been divvied up between the remaining support staff. I rely on one person to schedule my evaluations, one to type my letters, one to score my tests, and two others who take turns typing my evaluations. I administer all my own tests now. They all do a great job and I am grateful for each one.
It is Administrative Assistants Day on April 25. That means that I need to do something special for all five of the people who take such good care of me. If there is one thing I have learned in the nineteen years I have worked at my agency, it is that it is really important to keep the support staff happy and let them know how much they are appreciated. They work hard and keep things going. I complained to our assistant regional director that it really isn’t fair that I have so many administrative assistants to keep happy when some people only have one. She just laughed at me. I have decided to bake four kinds of shortbread for them. Husband decided that he had people on the reservation to thank for the administrative work they do for him, so he decided it would be just the thing if I made a chocolate cheesecake that he could take up with him, along with any of the shortbread that I don’t bring to work. It is a good thing I like to bake. I know he appreciates it.
How do you show people you appreciate them? How have people let you know they appreciate you? When haven’t you been appreciated?
I had to go to work an hour early yesterday, well before the agency opened. My agency is housed in a six story former college dorm. It is surrounded by tall spruce and pine trees. I noticed a small hawk in the top of one of the spruces as I approached the front door. It was making a real racket, screeching and flapping its wings. I heard its cry all day as it harassed the flock of crows that also hang out in the tall trees. It zoomed past my window a couple of times. I am not sure if it was a Kestrel or a Merlin. We have both of them here. Work has been pretty stressful, and that little hawk was a real day brightener for me. I hope it is nesting nearby and I get to see it all spring.
What has been a day brightener for you lately?
In 1950, one out of every twenty people needed a license to engage in their profession or occupation. Today, one out of every three people need such a license. Folks with a libertarian mind set see this as government overreach. They may be correct. Others see this as a natural result of the development of technology and/or the result of increasing instances of harm to the public by unscrupulous practitioners. They may be correct, too.
Regulation of any profession requiring a license is a balancing act. Regulatory boards are most often comprised of of individuals who are active practitioners of the professions they regulate. As a member of such a board, you have to balance the need to protect the public interest without restricting trade. Sometimes boards fail at this. Recently, a Board of Dentistry in a southern US state sent cease and desist letters to businesses in malls that were offering teeth whitening services. The teeth whiteners protested, and the case ended up in the Supreme Court. The Court agreed with the teeth whiteners, and stated that the dentists were only concerned with profit for dentists, not with the public interest. This has spurred an anti-regulatory movement, which complicates things for we who are really concerned with the public interest as well as with economic growth.
The problem with regulation is that no one wants it until they want it. If you recall, there were some hot air ballooning accidents last summer, and the immediate reaction was “Why weren’t these balloon companies regulated?!” I attended a conference of regulatory boards for my own profession last week I learned that, in Washington State, boxing announcers must be licensed. That struck me as one of the funniest things I had heard in a long time. I have no idea why that type of license is necessary. Government is the great equalizer, as 45 has yet to understand. No one is above the law. The tension for regulation is uncomfortable, but necessary, in my opinion.
What laws would you pass if you could? What laws would you strike down? Why do you think boxing announcers need to be licensed?
We are in Savannah now. The weather is sunny and in the 70′ and 80’s. I am stuck in meetings all day, so husband spent our first day exploring the historic area of Savannah by himself. He took a trolley ride that took him all over the city with a tour guide who explained the sights and scenes. Then he explored a little on his own. I like guided tours. I know some people like to explore on their own. There is sure a lot to see here.
How do you like to get to know a place? Any memorable guides who you have encountered
Two years ago, husband and I bought cow pots (containers made from cow manure), in which to start our vegetable seedlings. It certainly made sense, since they were advertised to fertilize the plants while they were getting started. Then the plants could be put in the garden pot and all, so they would continue to be fertilized as they grew outside.
They sure didn’t work the way the ads said they would. We had the most pitiful seedlings the last two years. (It didn’t help that last year the cat ate all the pepper seedlings before we could get them in the ground.) The seedlings started out fine, but 6 weeks after of germination their growth came to a stand still as the roots made contact with the pot, and they languished until we got them out of the pots and into the ground. It dawned on us that the manure that made up the pots was too rich and “hot” for the seedlings to tolerate. We should have known, since we put composted manure on the garden in the fall so it has a chance to really rot and cool down over the winter. The cow pots were too much of a good thing. This year we used plastic pots to start the seedlings, and they are the best we have ever started.
When have you experienced too much of a good thing? When has a product (or person) not lived up you your expectations?
It is interesting living in a comunity small enough that gossip can be rampant and misinformation travels quickly . Our latest “urban legend” is that we will get 24 inches of snow on Friday. Fortunately, it isn’t true.
Tell about some urban legends you have encountered.
Today’s post comes from Chris in ND.
While hanging out in Philadelphia during the bicentennial summer, I was introduced to scrapple. Scrapple is not a culinary specialty of the Northern Great Plains. Most people around here have never seen or heard of it.
On the reservation where I work three days a week, my cooking options are limited. I often spend my evenings wandering one of the grocery stores, trying to figure out what to eat the next day. One night last week, I settled on some Jimmy Dean hot sausage and a bag of shredded extra sharp Wisconsin cheddar cheese. The next morning, I added the cheese to a pot of cooked grits, then mixed it up with the browned sausage. The result was surprisingly good. I named it ad hoc scrapple. I brought some home and will eat the rest it myself. Renee said that’s ok with her. I also sometimes have biscuit fits, but that is another post.
What weird foods are cooked and consumed in your family?